Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. Please don't sue me.
Warning/Rating: About PG-13 or less. No actual incest, but Bulma and Vegeta do unintentionally hit on their son from the future. As called for by the prompt, shit gets awkward. I blame/thank Team Four Star for inspiring me to write this.
Notes: For the sake of this story, Bulma and Yamcha broke up some time before Freeza came to Earth, but are still buds and so that’s why Yamcha is not jealous of her flirting with “hot purple-haired guy.”
The mysterious young man was just so fucking polite and it pissed Vegeta off to no end. First, he had the nerve to pretend to be a Super Saiyan. Kakarrot was the only Super Saiyan out there. (This was a fact that Vegeta tried not to think about too often, as it wounded his pride that that third-class warrior had surpassed him.) Furthermore, the only Saiyans left in existence were himself, Kakarrot and Kakarrot’s half-breed son.
Then the boy went and killed Freeza with a sword, like he was trying to look cool, and then tried to surpass that flashy display by killing King Cold without his sword. As if that was necessary! Vegeta had the situation completely under control. Then, he acts all polite and cute, like he’s some weakling human just like the cannon fodder---Z Fighters. Those humans seemed to just love the boy, accepting drinks from his fridge like they were, what was the term that Earth Woman had used? Oh yes, drinking buddies.
The fact that the boy acted like he had special knowledge, such as the precise time and location when Kakarrot would arrive, pissed Vegeta off too. The boy just knew so many things, but wouldn’t even tell them his name when pressured. Vegeta thought that the boy was full of it, but decided to stick around just in case he tried something. Vegeta wanted to stick around on the off chance that the boy was right.
To accomplish his ‘keeping an eye on the mysterious boy’ goal, Vegeta decided the best course of action was to sit on a rock by himself. Meanwhile said boy was chatting with Bulma. This must be the more of the drinking buddy interaction, Vegeta thought to himself. That was suspicious, how was it that someone who was supposed to be a Saiyan looked so comfortable around Earthlings? That, combined with the weird hair and eye color made Vegeta think that he was a fraud. When Vegeta brought that idea up, the boy dodged his questions and the humans (as well as the Namekian and talking cat) didn't seem to care. They were just happy that the powerful boy who had killed Freeza and King Cold was on their side. Thus resulting in the boy chatting with the rest of the group and Vegeta hanging out on his rock.
“So, are you an employee for Capsule Corp?” Bulma asked. “You must be new, because I think I would have remembered someone as handsome as you.”
The boy blushed at that one. “Well, you know my mother always said I was handsome.”
“Oh, a mama’s boy are you?” Bulma clung to the mystery boy’s arm and winked at him. “I can be your mommy, cutie.”
The mystery boy escaped from her grip and jumped back as though he was burned. “That’s really not necessary. I-I’ll just go sit on this rock. Over here.” Trunks went and did exactly that, sitting a reasonable distance away from both of his parents.
Vegeta was amused. It appeared that the boy didn’t care much for Bulma’s rather forceful approach to flirting. Then again, maybe he just didn’t care for Bulma in that way.
Speaking of which, Bulma was a bit taken aback that the boy didn’t seem interested in her. How strange. She was a beautiful, awesome genius after all. The mystery boy would be a good match for her, even if he was a little on the young side for guys she went for. He was a Super Saiyan, which Bulma found hot, and he was so much more polite and humble than Vegeta was, and could possibly be talked into donating some blood samples for her lab. Plus, he had an unusual and pretty hair color, just like her. They could share hair products once he stopped being so shy.
“Wow Bulma, looks like you struck out on that one,” Yamcha teased.
“Did you just make a baseball pun?”
Yamcha smirked and took a drink of his drink, “Maybe I did.”
Everyone laughed at that one.
“Ugh, whatever. Once he realizes what a perfect, beautiful, and awesome genius I am, he’ll come crawling to me. He’s just a little shy is all. Actually,” Bulma clasped her hands together and blushed, “It’s so cute and adorable.”
Yamcha just sighed and rolled his eyes. He was used to Bulma’s ego-centric boasting at this point. It came with the territory since he had known her since they were teenagers and still lived with her even though they were no longer a couple.
Meanwhile, Tien, Krillin, Puar, Chiaotzu, Piccolo, and Gohan drank their sodas and talked amongst themselves, apparently not particularly interested in Bulma’s attempts to hook up with a new boyfriend.
Trunks blushed and squirmed and tried to just focus on his soda, rather than the younger version of his mother gushing over what a perfect couple they would make while her friends half-heartedly listened for the sake of politeness. Unfortunately, he couldn’t risk telling Bulma that he was her son from the future because that might inadvertently cause him not to exist in this timeline. There was the possibility that he could be born to late or too early, or that Bulma would have a completely different child if he meddled too much, or no children at all. He was already in uncharted waters by being the first person to ever time-travel. Hopefully, she would lay off on the flirting.
‘Just focus on the soda,’ he thought to himself. Eventually Trunks became distracted by his father’s presence. It was one thing to look at the handful of photographs that had managed to survive through the various android attacks and quite another to actually see him in person. Trunks never could have imagined his father wearing something causal like the “BADMAN” shirt either. His father was wearing Saiyan armor in all of the pictures that Trunks had and the armor didn’t have any flashy colors like hot pink and mustard yellow.
Unfortunately for Trunks, Vegeta noticed him staring after a few minutes.
“What are you looking at boy? You like what you see?” Vegeta smirked.
“N-No. I was just admiring your shirt,” Trunks immediately looked away, red in the face again. Great. Not only was his mother hitting on him, but his dad thought he was ogling him! This whole trip was shaping up to be rather embarrassing.
“Sure you were,” Vegeta laughed. “Hey Earth woman! Your new boyfriend likes me more than you.”
Part 1
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. Please don't sue me.
Warning/Rating: About PG-13 or less. No actual incest, but Bulma and Vegeta do unintentionally hit on their son from the future. As called for by the prompt, shit gets awkward. I blame/thank Team Four Star for inspiring me to write this.
Notes: For the sake of this story, Bulma and Yamcha broke up some time before Freeza came to Earth, but are still buds and so that’s why Yamcha is not jealous of her flirting with “hot purple-haired guy.”
The mysterious young man was just so fucking polite and it pissed Vegeta off to no end. First, he had the nerve to pretend to be a Super Saiyan. Kakarrot was the only Super Saiyan out there. (This was a fact that Vegeta tried not to think about too often, as it wounded his pride that that third-class warrior had surpassed him.) Furthermore, the only Saiyans left in existence were himself, Kakarrot and Kakarrot’s half-breed son.
Then the boy went and killed Freeza with a sword, like he was trying to look cool, and then tried to surpass that flashy display by killing King Cold without his sword. As if that was necessary! Vegeta had the situation completely under control. Then, he acts all polite and cute, like he’s some weakling human just like the cannon fodder---Z Fighters. Those humans seemed to just love the boy, accepting drinks from his fridge like they were, what was the term that Earth Woman had used? Oh yes, drinking buddies.
The fact that the boy acted like he had special knowledge, such as the precise time and location when Kakarrot would arrive, pissed Vegeta off too. The boy just knew so many things, but wouldn’t even tell them his name when pressured. Vegeta thought that the boy was full of it, but decided to stick around just in case he tried something. Vegeta wanted to stick around on the off chance that the boy was right.
To accomplish his ‘keeping an eye on the mysterious boy’ goal, Vegeta decided the best course of action was to sit on a rock by himself. Meanwhile said boy was chatting with Bulma. This must be the more of the drinking buddy interaction, Vegeta thought to himself. That was suspicious, how was it that someone who was supposed to be a Saiyan looked so comfortable around Earthlings? That, combined with the weird hair and eye color made Vegeta think that he was a fraud. When Vegeta brought that idea up, the boy dodged his questions and the humans (as well as the Namekian and talking cat) didn't seem to care. They were just happy that the powerful boy who had killed Freeza and King Cold was on their side. Thus resulting in the boy chatting with the rest of the group and Vegeta hanging out on his rock.
“So, are you an employee for Capsule Corp?” Bulma asked. “You must be new, because I think I would have remembered someone as handsome as you.”
The boy blushed at that one. “Well, you know my mother always said I was handsome.”
“Oh, a mama’s boy are you?” Bulma clung to the mystery boy’s arm and winked at him. “I can be your mommy, cutie.”
The mystery boy escaped from her grip and jumped back as though he was burned. “That’s really not necessary. I-I’ll just go sit on this rock. Over here.” Trunks went and did exactly that, sitting a reasonable
distance away from both of his parents.
Vegeta was amused. It appeared that the boy didn’t care much for Bulma’s rather forceful approach to flirting. Then again, maybe he just didn’t care for Bulma in that way.
Speaking of which, Bulma was a bit taken aback that the boy didn’t seem interested in her. How strange. She was a beautiful, awesome genius after all. The mystery boy would be a good match for her, even if he was a little on the young side for guys she went for. He was a Super Saiyan, which Bulma found hot, and he was so much more polite and humble than Vegeta was, and could possibly be talked into donating some blood samples for her lab. Plus, he had an unusual and pretty hair color, just like her. They could share hair products once he stopped being so shy.
“Wow Bulma, looks like you struck out on that one,” Yamcha teased.
“Did you just make a baseball pun?”
Yamcha smirked and took a drink of his drink, “Maybe I did.”
Everyone laughed at that one.
“Ugh, whatever. Once he realizes what a perfect, beautiful, and awesome genius I am, he’ll come crawling to me. He’s just a little shy is all. Actually,” Bulma clasped her hands together and blushed, “It’s so cute and adorable.”
Yamcha just sighed and rolled his eyes. He was used to Bulma’s ego-centric boasting at this point. It came with the territory since he had known her since they were teenagers and still lived with her even though they were no longer a couple.
Meanwhile, Tien, Krillin, Puar, Chiaotzu, Piccolo, and Gohan drank their sodas and talked amongst themselves, apparently not particularly interested in Bulma’s attempts to hook up with a new boyfriend.
Trunks blushed and squirmed and tried to just focus on his soda, rather than the younger version of his mother gushing over what a perfect couple they would make while her friends half-heartedly listened for the sake of politeness. Unfortunately, he couldn’t risk telling Bulma that he was her son from the future because that might inadvertently cause him not to exist in this timeline. There was the possibility that he could be born to late or too early, or that Bulma would have a completely different child if he meddled too much, or no children at all. He was already in uncharted waters by being the first person to ever time-travel. Hopefully, she would lay off on the flirting.
‘Just focus on the soda,’ he thought to himself. Eventually Trunks became distracted by his father’s presence. It was one thing to look at the handful of photographs that had managed to survive through the various android attacks and quite another to actually see him in person. Trunks never could have imagined his father wearing something causal like the “BADMAN” shirt either. His father was wearing Saiyan armor in all of the pictures that Trunks had and the armor didn’t have any flashy colors like hot pink and mustard yellow.
Unfortunately for Trunks, Vegeta noticed him staring after a few minutes.
“What are you looking at boy? You like what you see?” Vegeta smirked.
“N-No. I was just admiring your shirt,” Trunks immediately looked away, red in the face again. Great. Not only was his mother hitting on him, but his dad thought he was ogling him! This whole trip was shaping up to be rather embarrassing.
“Sure you were,” Vegeta laughed. “Hey Earth woman! Your new boyfriend likes me more than you.”